flaxxxen: (Filoni of <3)
This afternoon I jogged the 2.5 miles over to the beach to watch the pretty colors and drown my sorrows in the sea relax a bit.
Upon sitting alone at a bench however, three young guys asked if they could join me. They introduced themselves as Mike, Twin, and Chuno (?????????), and they had a small dragon lizard thing with them. I let them sit and talk to me mostly because of the cool lizard.... Okay, ENTIRELY because of the lizard. Then they offered me some weed, but I declined (never accept drugs from strangers, kids!).
Then I jogged home.

I still need to stock up on liquor, but keep forgetting! Grrrr!
flaxxxen: (my BFF & her b00bies)
I decided to make a new kind of entry! This will start off as a memo in my phone, and I will update it throughout the night, then post the end result after all the craziness is over with.

K? Sound dorky enough?

OK!

8:17 PM
On the N train, heading out from Brooklyn (I just moved back to my Mom's house about a month ago, wah!) and going to my brand-spankin' new job in Hell's Kitchen (kill me!). I don't know why I continue to work in Midtown when I hate the area so much, but whatever.
It's monsooning again, I'm running late, AND my express train decided to randomly hit all the local stops! WHAT THE FUCK! There was a guy sitting across from me eating McDonald's and rapping to himself, but apparently I eyeballed him enough and he moved to the next car.
This train is taking FOREVER!

8:46 PM
Going over the Manhattan Bridge now. The Statue of Liberty says hello.

8:51 PM
Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew Canal Street!!!!!!!!!!
Some very tubby ghetto dude is doing a jig and singing in falsetto right next to my seat. What have I done, God?

9:02 PM
My stop!!

10:36 PM
Naturally it's DEAD. Not a single damn client in the club!! I need a new job, and I just got this one! F U C K.

10:51 PM
Still dead.

10:53 PM
Still dead.

11:08 PM
Kill me.


3:18 AM
ZOMG my night picked up! Yay!!!!!! Money for Texas and San Diego with Mandy! LOLOLOL
flaxxxen: (Aang/Zuko dance party!)
This all started in the comments of [livejournal.com profile] fialleril's icon post. We were discussing the similarities of Anakin and Zuko, and came to the conclusion that they are, quite simply, the same person (hey, they both get burned a lot!). Fia ordered suggested I write some crack, and this was born.


'Fire Lord of the... Sith?' (Otherwise known as, Flax doesn't know what the hell to name her fic.)
Crossover- Star Wars/Avatar: The Last Airbender, AU, parody, complete!crack! all of that.
Rating: PG 6 ½
Warning: Flagrant abuse of two fandoms, ellipses, and blue sparkles.



Leia just took a deep breath and counted to one-hundred. )
flaxxxen: (Mace Windu PWN)
Half of this is so far off the mark, then the other half is fucking scary accurate.

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Your result for The Greek Mythology Personality Test...

Dionysus

0% Extroversion, 33% Intuition, 100% Emotiveness, 71% Perceptiveness

Although deeply emotional, you are extremely lacking in self-knowledge (I'm a stupid kid, I hope so). You are somewhat needy, and when bored, may become very hedonistic. (LOL what?) Your life is a quest for meaning, above all else. You are most like Dionysus. You are primarily interested in serving others (are you fucking kidding me?), but your efforts are almost always unappreciated. You aren't confrontational, you're often out of tune with your own needs and unaware of the consequences of your own actions (damn okay they got me).


You are, at heart, a good person (why thank you Master of the Internet). You are very affectionate, and you are very loyal to your friends and family. You are very reluctant to burden others with your own problems, to the point that this in itself can become a problem for the people who care about you. This is a particular of a more general problem. Dionysus sends waves of ruin throughout his personal life (gee, fabulous!). He is the photographer who seduces his subjects. He is the teacher who seduces a student (so I can seduce anyone basically? AWESOME). He is the art student who paints nonrepresentational splashes of color, he is the poet who rejects meter and content. You seek sexual partners more than anything else (this is to exploit the nurturing side of others to help fill your own void). (Uhhhhhhhh really? Really really? K.) If not sexual partners, this desire to become the object of sympathy with other people can manifest itself in other destructive ways. Stinkfist by Tool explains your condition pretty well. (Tool is FOR tools, you wankfest!) It's very likely that you haven't had many experienced mentors (where's Obi-Wan when you need him? I'm a young whiny blonde, too). You don't want them either, because you're the sort of person who rejects criticism and boundaries, but they're also your only hope for reaching any kind of emotional maturity (maybe it's all young whiny blondes).


Famous People Like You: John Lennon (LOL, he and I share a birthday!), Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson (WHYYYYYY), Britney Spears, Marilyn Monroe, Hugh Hefner.

I'd tell you to stay clear of Hermes, Icarus and Apollo, but you could probably learn something from them. You're least likely to hurt The Oracle, Atlas, Prometheus, and Daedalus, but Atlas and Daedalus won't like you very much.
Seek out: The Oracle (is this the fucking Matrix?!?!), Prometheus




Take The Greek Mythology Personality Test
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flaxxxen: (Ride it Baby)
Last night I had dreams that were so crazy, I feel the need to divulge with the internet. And no, you don't get a cut, deal.

First there was a really awful sequence where I was getting into a massive brawl with my Mom and brother! What the hell?
So that's all going on, I was gaining the upper hand (!?!?!) and then this 10-year-old kid popped out of a closet wielding a green toy lightsaber, and tried to pick a fight with me!
Well, guess what? I pulled out my own green, COMPLETELY REAL, lightsaber and proceeded to beat the hell out of him with it!
What the fuck is wrong with me?

Continuing the insanity; the next dream involved me sitting alone on my bed watching some movies. The apartment I live in was much more elaborate in this dream, but the giant bay window near my bed remained the same.
So I'm just hanging out, when a Terminator pops up at the open window! Only he wasn't an Arnold Schwarzenegger type Terminator. I somehow knew that he was a different model and was made to look like a 20-something white guy. So I invited him into the apartment under the pretext of trying to seduce him to postpone his attempt at killing me (????????), when who should next appear at my window, but Darth Maul!!!
Only someway, somehow, I knew Darth Maul was going to save me from the Terminator! So I was talking to Terminator boy to distract him, and at the right moment I shoved him by the nape of the neck towards the window and Darth Maul shot him with a blaster clean to the face, taking a nice chunk of the glass out, too.
Then I looked down and realized I wasn't wearing any pants, and excused myself to go dress in the bathroom.

WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN? WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN?

I think the moral of the story is that I need to stop watching Star Wars. Good night!
flaxxxen: (I FEEL PRETTY)
"Bridget, how are you? The jews are having their Halloween party, I don't know if this email will go through, but let me know. Love you!"

My mother has lived in one of the most highly Jewified neighborhoods in NYC for years, and she still is not sure what to make of Purim. How I love her, let me count the ways.
flaxxxen: (Default)
This quiz is so damn dead-on.

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Bette!

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You are a Bette -- "I must be strong"


Bettes are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.



How to Get Along with Me

  • * Stand up for yourself... and me.

  • * Be confident, strong, and direct.

  • * Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.

  • * Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.

  • * Give me space to be alone.

  • * Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.

  • * I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.

  • * When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.




What I Like About Being a Bette

  • * being independent and self-reliant

  • * being able to take charge and meet challenges head on

  • * being courageous, straightforward, and honest

  • * getting all the enjoyment I can out of life

  • * supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me

  • * upholding just causes




What's Hard About Being a Bette

  • * overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to

  • * being restless and impatient with others' incompetence

  • * sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it

  • * never forgetting injuries or injustices

  • * putting too much pressure on myself

  • * getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right




Bettes as Children Often

  • * are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit

  • * are sometimes loners

  • * seize control so they won't be controlled

  • * figure out others' weaknesses

  • * attack verbally or physically when provoked

  • * take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings




Bettes as Parents

  • * are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted

  • * are sometimes overprotective

  • * can be demanding, controlling, and rigid


Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy